The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The summons came not from a man, but from the silence of the workshop, a heavy, suffocating quiet that pressed against Elias’s ears like wet wool. He stood before the great arched frame of the chapel’s south window, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, grinding weight of the deadline that loomed over Oakhaven like a storm front. The winter solstice was three days away, and if...

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